The wedding venue buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses under the late afternoon sun, a sprawling garden estate decked out in white lilies and twinkling lights. Jake, the 22-year-old nephew of the bride, had arrived fashionably late, his tie already loosened from the open bar. He'd knocked back a few whiskeys to shake off the boredom of small talk with distant relatives, but now his bladder screamed for relief. The main restrooms near the reception tent were jammed, a line snaking out the door with tipsy guests chatting endlessly.
"Fuck this," Jake muttered, weaving through the crowd. He spotted a path leading toward the edge of the property, where older, less glamorous facilities hid behind a cluster of trees—public restrooms for the groundskeepers or something. The walk was longer than expected, his steps unsteady from the booze, but desperation won out. He pushed open the creaky door to the men's side, the stale air hitting him like a wall. Empty, thank god. He zipped down, aimed at the urinal, and let loose a hot stream, sighing in relief.
That's when he heard it—a woman's voice, sharp and animated, filtering through the thin partition wall from the women's side. "No, seriously, you won't believe how tight this dress is," she laughed, her tone laced with that tipsy flirtation that weddings amplified. Jake smirked, shaking off the last drops, but his eyes caught something odd: a strip of duct tape plastered over a rough-cut hole in the wall at crotch height. Curiosity piqued, he peeled it back with a fingernail. The tape came away sticky, revealing a jagged glory hole, about four inches wide, its edges worn from use.
His mind flashed to those late-night porn tabs he'd left open too long—anonymous cocks sliding through walls, mouths and hands waiting on the other side. Heart pounding, Jake glanced around the empty restroom. The woman was still yapping away on her phone, oblivious. He was drunk enough that hesitation felt like a buzzkill, logic drowned in whiskey haze. Why not? His cock twitched at the thought, half-hard already from the forbidden thrill. He stepped up, freed his thickening shaft from his pants, and pushed it through the hole, the cool air on the other side making him shiver.
A sharp "Huh?" echoed from the women's side, followed by the click of a phone call ending. Silence stretched, then a soft hand wrapped around his cock—warm, tentative at first, stroking from base to tip. Jake groaned low, gripping the wall as fingers explored him, squeezing his balls gently before sliding back up. The touch turned bolder, a thumb circling his leaking slit, smearing precum.
"Mmm, look at this fat dick," the woman purred, her voice husky now, no longer on the call. "Bet you're dying for some relief, huh? Don't worry, I'll drain every drop." Her hand pumped faster, twisting at the head, while her other palm cupped his sack, rolling it ruthlessly. Jake's knees buckled; he thrust forward instinctively, fucking into her grip. She laughed, a dirty, throaty sound. "Eager boy. Let's see how you like these tits."
He felt the heat of her body press close, then the soft, heavy weight of breasts enveloping his cock—full, pillowy mounds squeezing him from both sides in a slick titjob. She must've hiked up her dress, spitting on his length to lube it up, the wetness making obscene squelches as she slid her cleavage up and down. "Fuck, you're throbbing between my big tits," she moaned, her breath hot against the wall. "I can feel you pulsing, ready to blow already. But not yet—open wide for my mouth."
Her lips latched on before he could process, sucking the head past the hole while her tits kept stroking the shaft. A blowjob wrapped in titflesh, her tongue swirling mercilessly around his crown, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Jake clawed at the wall, hips bucking as she deepthroated him, gagging wetly but not stopping, saliva dripping down to soak her cleavage. "Taste so fucking good," she gasped between slurps, popping off to slap his cock against her tongue. "Gonna suck you dry, then ride this monster till I cream all over it."
The assault was relentless—her mouth hollowing out, cheeks caving as she bobbed, tits bouncing with each motion. Jake's balls tightened, but she sensed it, pulling back to edge him, nails raking his inner thighs through the hole. "Not yet, stud. I want you buried in my holes first." She stood, and he felt her guide his cock upward, then the wet heat of her pussy lips parting around him. She backed onto it hard, impaling herself with a slutty whine. "Oh fuck, yes—stretch my cunt wide!"
She rode him reverse through the wall, ass cheeks slapping the partition as she ground down, her walls clenching like a vice. Juices slicked his shaft, her dirty talk spilling out: "Pound my sloppy pussy, you anonymous fucker. Make me squirt like a whore." Her first orgasm hit fast—body shuddering, pussy spasming as she came with a scream, gushing hot fluid down his balls. But she didn't stop, spinning to offer her ass next. "Now wreck my shithole. Ram it in deep."
Jake thrust savagely, drunk on lust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight asshole. She howled, pushing back to take every inch, her ring stretching ruthlessly around him. "Yes, tear my ass apart! Fill it with your cum, breed my dirty holes." Her second cum ripped through her, ass milking him as she fingered her clit, voice breaking into filthy pleas. They switched again—back to her mouth for a brutal facefuck, her throat bulging as he skullfucked her through the hole, then tits again, cum from earlier loads (wait, no—he hadn't cum yet, but she was relentless).
In the frenzy, Jake's eyes drifted up. Another strip of tape, at eye level this time, haphazardly covering what looked like a peephole. Heart racing, he ripped it off. The view hit him like a gut punch: through the small opening, he saw her—his aunt Lisa, the bride herself, on her knees in that elegant white one-piece wedding gown, the bodice pulled down to free her massive, heaving tits. Her makeup was flawless, veil slightly askew, but her mouth was stretched wide around his cock, sucking with abandon. She had no idea it was her nephew feeding her his meat.
Shock froze him for a second, but the sight made his dick swell impossibly harder in her throat. Aunt Lisa—40-something, curvaceous MILF with curves that turned heads—gagging on his incestuous shaft, moaning like a pornstar. "God, your cock's even bigger now," she rasped, oblivious, popping off to slap it against her lipstick-smeared lips. "I love sucking strange dick at my own wedding. Makes me so wet—feel how my pussy's dripping?" She hiked the gown's skirt, showing off her bare, shaved cunt glistening with arousal, no panties in sight.
Jake's mind reeled, but his body betrayed him, thrusting deeper as she resumed the blowjob, tits jiggling with each slurp. He fumbled for his phone in his pocket, hands shaking, and hit record. The camera captured it all through the peephole: Aunt Lisa's elegant face contorted in lust, deepthroating him while whispering, "Cum down my throat, mystery man. I want to taste it before I say 'I do.'" Her naughtiness fueled him; he grabbed the wall like handles, fucking her face harder, her gags turning wet and desperate.
She came again just from sucking—third time—rubbing her clit furiously, juices puddling on the tile as she moaned around his cock. "Mmmph, yes—your dick's making me explode!" Jake pulled back, and she eagerly switched to her tits, wrapping them around him for a sloppy titjob, her tongue flicking the tip. The gown's fabric bunched around her waist, exposing her voluptuous body—wide hips, thick thighs, the works. He recorded every bounce, every lick, her dirty talk escalating: "Fuck my tits raw, then breed my married pussy. I need it leaking out during the vows."
He obliged, slamming back into her cunt through the hole. She rode him like a beast, ass slamming the wall, her fourth orgasm crashing with a wail—pussy squirting in arcs, soaking his pubes. "Oh god, I'm cumming so hard on your fat cock! Deeper, ruin me!" Jake's first load built fast; he grunted, flooding her depths with thick ropes of cum, her walls milking every spurt. She ground down, savoring it, then pulled off to finger the mess out, licking her digits clean on camera. "Delicious—now my ass. Stretch it wide."
Her shithole took him next, tighter and filthier, her fifth cum hitting as he reamed her without mercy, balls slapping the wall. "Yes, ass-fuck your bride slut! Make it gape!" He recorded the way her rosebud winked around his shaft, her face twisted in ecstasy through the peephole, veil fluttering. She begged for more, switching to a combined assault—blowing him while titfucking the base, her mouth a vacuum. Jake's second orgasm erupted down her throat; she swallowed greedily, some dribbling onto her cleavage, staining the white gown.
They went on like animals, the restroom echoing with slaps and moans. Aunt Lisa's sixth cum came during a savage pussy pounding, her legs quaking as she screamed, "I'm your cumdump—fill me again!" Jake did, pumping her full for the third time, cum overflowing and trickling down her thighs. She dropped to her knees for the finale, alternating blowjob and titjob, her seventh orgasm shuddering through her as she rubbed her soaked slit. "One more load, please—paint my face, my tits, everything!"
Jake's fourth and fifth cums blended in a haze—he hosed her mouth first, then pulled out to drench her tits and face, ropes splattering her wedding makeup, veil catching globs. She came one last time, fingering the creampies from her holes, smearing cum over her body like lotion. "Fuck, that was the best wedding gift ever," she panted, licking her lips, still clueless.
Finally, she stood, adjusting her gown with practiced ease—tugging the bodice up, smoothing the skirt over the evidence of her debauchery. A quick wipe with toilet paper, a fresh coat of lipstick from her purse, and she looked pristine again. "Thanks for the fun, stranger," she called softly, slipping out the door.
Jake waited, cock spent and throbbing, phone heavy with incriminating footage—every thrust, every cum, her naughty words immortalized. He watched through the peephole as she sauntered back toward the reception, hips swaying, joining the crowd like nothing had happened. Only when she was a distant figure did he zip up, pocket his phone, and exit, the secret burning in his veins. The wedding carried on, but for Jake, the real celebration had just begun.